Campaign The Shadow Falls Over Seswenna

[Darth Strosius]

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Seswenna’s return to the Sith Order had gone surprisingly smoothly, all things considered. In the wake not only of its initial conquest but then its loss during the Planetshift, the world of shipyards had all but collapsed. The governor of the world established under Sith rule had been a temporary and tenuous bureaucrat, one which had just barely managed to avoid a public riot over rationing and martial law whenever the world was shifted outside of Sith space.

By the time that the reclamation forces arrived the denizens had largely resigned themselves to accept aid from any source before civil unrest and starvation tore the world apart. Even if it meant throwing themselves right back into the waiting arms of their previous oppressors. The fragile government that had been on the verge of total collapse was all but stripped away, however its replacements never arrived.

In fact their ships went missing the moment that they entered the system. This has resulted in a sort of uneasy stalemate as the local authorities await new leadership and the populace eyes their returned overlords warily in turn.

And in this time of uncertainty, opportunity has bloomed. Without clear direction the Seswennan authorities have simply kept the martial law imposed during the Sith’s absence in place for the time being. Having already chafed under the rationing and general treatment for some time, the locals have begun stirring into protests and gatherings which could easily turn violent.

In this turmoil, what will you choose to take advantage of?

Objective 1: Vox Populi, Vox Dei​

Many of the protests and sites of unrest are now being spearheaded by robed figures bearing Sith symbols, all directing the mobs towards the capitol district where an all too familiar Sith Lord has made His debut on the world. Darth Strosius and His Order of Wonosa have made planetfall and aligned themselves within the rabble fairly quickly, if indeed they weren’t the cause of this newfound revolt to begin with.​

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Regardless they clearly seek to cement themselves as the new authority on Seswenna by aiding the locals in overthrowing the old. Stand with the absent governorship or join in the flames of revolution and decide Seswenna’s fate.​

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Objective 2: Corporate Espionage/BYOO​

Seswenna has long since been a prime shipyard and manufacturing world and it was certainly no different under Sith rule, nor has that changed even with its brief stint disconnected from the wider galaxy. Seek lost materials and schematics hidden aboard the stations in orbit or find some corporate conglomerate’s office to pilfer for blackmail and financial access, get what you can before the world is brought back to order!​

 

[Darth Strosius]

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Objective: Vox Populi, Vox Dei
Equipment: Lightsaber - Sword - Dagger - Robes
Tags: Open!
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It had been far too long since He had stood at the head of an entire people in uproar. Tund was, in a literal sense, a lifetime ago and its scars still clung deep within the minds of His followers. Their faith had been bruised, but not shattered. The desire for revolution still burned in their hearts and they found a similar such dream across the many worlds of the galaxy, Seswenna was no exception to this of course. And this time they would answer the call of their peers.

Darth Strosius surveyed the unruly masses that had begun pouring into the city's central square, a short distance from the capital building itself. Their unkempt and random ranks were joined and reinforced by His more organized and better armed Legionnaires, which were all too eager to brush elbows with their newfound comrades and siblings-in-arms. Soon enough the other mobs across the city would be gathered here and the march would begin. The march to break the chains of Seswenna and embrace it wholeheartedly into Wonosa.

The planet's authorities were preparing themselves for the coming march but Darth Strosius wasn't at all concerned by whatever defenses they could muster at. They were prepared to mow down a bunch of protesters and starving rioters, not to do battle with the Legionnaires of Wonosa being led by their Prophet personally and with a fair chunk of the city's population at their back. The Sith always prevailed in the end after all, and He was surrounded by those who sought to prove themselves worthy of such a title this day.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Objective: Vox Populi, Vox Dei
Tags: Darth Strosius

Lina felt the tide of emotions wash over her as the mob grew, the anger they bore the lust for blood and justice was intoxicating. The shadows around her curled and danced as if swaying with the beat of each thrum of energy they gave off.

She stood just behind Strosius's left, her emerald gaze sweeping over thr swelling mass of people before coming to rest on him. This was his stage, his march, his revolution. Lina was here for him, to watch his back and to lend her own army to his aid. They lurked in the shadows, hovering at the edges of people's visions. A glance cast they're way would see them vanish like they'd never been there.

Her shadow walkers waited as they had been commanded to do so. To have them in plain sight might have tipped the scales of emotion in another direction. Not everyone saw beauty in the darkness like she did.

"What a beautiful sight." She said soft enough that only he woild hear her.

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Seswenna
Objective: Aid The Prophet & His Wonosa Forces

Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Well Worn Boots, Zhaboka,
Phrik Breastplate, Black Poncho & Shadow Mask

Tags: Darth Strosius | Open

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The moment word of need for a firm hand on Seswenna traveled to him on Korriban, Naamino signed up. He'd worked closely with Darth Strosius once before and considered the man a proper example of what a strong Sith ought to be. Not only that, but he vehemently felt any action which brought more of the galaxy under the Order's watchful rule was a step in the correct direction.

That was how he found himself in charge of a platoon tasked with organizing and arming the locals who were aligned with the cause of Wonosa. Though his Master, Elmindra Xitaar , held a general distaste for the Prophet and his church given that she was a highly placed Kainite, the First Lord of Korriban had acquiesced to A'Mia Madrona's insistence that Korriban and now Brosi must diversify their alliances. And despite Naamino knowing he must be cautious to appear overly eager to work with Wonosa, the young man was invigorated by the prospect.

His armored, hulking form marched amidst the crowd, his troops strategically spaced between them to bolster their ranks and feed their bravado. Like this, they made their way to the square. Naamino's wolf-masked visage turned to regard Darth Strosius in the crowd and he gave the man a curt nod when it appeared the Prophet's gaze swept his way.

 

[Glissara]

Location: Capitol District, Seswenna City - Seswenna
Objective:

• Assassinate a Cleric of Marr.

Tag: Darth Strosius Naamino Zuukamano Lina Ovmar

From her concealed perch in the tenth floor of a luxury apartment building, Glissara watched the scene transpiring below with narrowed eyes. A river of Wonosa-led protestors snaked its way into the capitol district, manifesting a chanting tide of discontent lapping against the sterile plazas.

Glissara had only just finished setting up in this particular studioroom the night before, having chosen the spot for its position overlooking the central square. Like so many other units in the city, it had sat empty for months, as rent prices across the city had ascended beyond the reach of the commoners. As a result, her infiltration had been relatively painless. And for the landlords, it was much cheaper to let their apartments sit empty, rather than lowering prices.

Thus, in the wake of the Planeshift, while the upper class looted what was left of the fragile government for its choicest parts, the streets below swelled with the desperate and the displaced.

Hence, the protests.

For her part, Glissara felt nothing but a detached contempt for the plight of the Seswennan commoners. In her mind, they unwashed sinners at best, a collective of animals guided by vulgar instinct. And if the fervor of the protests was any measure, those primitive instincts had been ruthlessly cultivated by the blasphemous Wonosa cult, rendering the vast majority of them irreparably corrupted heretics.

Her mission now was to eliminate one of the exploiters.

A Cleric of Marr, one of the chief diplomats of the Wonosan heresy. This Cleric in particular had stood before the downtrodden, leading them in sacrilegious sermons and incendiary speeches, weaving dreams of revolution at the behest of a failed prophet.

It stood to reason that a figure who thrived in the light should perish in it. Thus, Glissara intended to make their death a spectacle, for those who followed the Cleric’s misguided fervor to witness the cost of their heresy.

Closing the window blinds, Glissara left the apartment room before ascending to the top floor via the stairwell. From there, the Shatter Vector sliced the maintenance door controls and headed onto the rooftop. Her cloaking device hummed to life then, her form melding perfectly into the background as she drew her pistol from its place on her hip.

All she needed now was to get closer to her target.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Slipstream Zero Exoskin Mk. I
  
  • Arms
    
    • Modular Attachment Point - L
      
      • FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Face Mask
  • Equipment
    
    • FAE/S-10 Personal Concealment System
• Glissara’s Enforcer
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Phase I “Susurration” Anti-Sonic Silencer
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S2 Energy Weapon Cartridge - Ethaerium X Gas and CryoBan Coolant (20)
• Void Helix-type Aerial Vibrostar (16)
• FAE/MDE-01-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (4)
• Miniaturized Infrared Smoke Grenade (2)

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Outer Rim
Seswenna
Objective 2: Corporate Espionage
Tags: Lysander von Ascania | Varin Mortifer | Naniti
Anet Raine | Kivah | Adean Castor | Open!

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It was only natural for order and chaos to ebb and flow, for periods of light which cast shadows to eventually give way to gloom that allowed meager points of illumination to dazzle and cut through the darkness. Such was the way of things. Ever the pendulum swung, and A'Mia knew that transitional periods were rife with opportunity. Seswenna had been balanced precariously for a time, but now Darth Strosius brought his forces to bear and give it that final nudge.

While the Prophet and much of Seswenna City's populace was busy bitterly hashing out a long history of unrest and turnover in leadership, A'Mia decided to slip in the proverbial back door. The woman still hadn't hashed out all the minutiae involved in being multiple places at once in a way that provided ample benefits, so she elected for the next best thing and roped a group of students in for her scheme. She would impart upon them some valuable lessons and they would be her little helpers, their eyes and ears put to use gathering as much they could manage before a sense of normalcy returned to the shipyards and adjacent industrial district.

Their shuttle soon landed inconspicuously on the edge of the shipyard, and A'Mia turned to address the gaggle of mostly acolyte, all of whom were either as opportunistic as she was, desperately seeking what was likely to be a simple payout, or both. It mattered not to her, provided they all worked quickly and brought back items or information of note.

"No structured curriculum today, no catalogues uploaded to your datapads and no real rules of engagement or directives to speak of. This is more a test of your explorative skill, creative thinking and problem solving, along with a bit of gauging your gut instincts."

She smiled rather mischievously, hooking a thumb over her shoulder to the comm tower looming behind in the middle distance, then gestured to the some of the squat duracrete industrial buildings nearby.

"That tower is ground control for this hemisphere of the planet, and those buildings are HQ for one of the top manufacturers in this sector. As you might have noticed…"

A'Mia looked side to side for dramatic effect, shielding her eyes with a flat hand as if peering far off into the distance.

"Well, things are pretty quiet around here because of all that ruckus in the city. It's a skeleton crew here."

She turned back and made their objective clear.

"I'm tasking you all with exploring quickly, collecting objects or information of interest, and bringing it back here when I give the word. Extraction could occur within a handful of minutes, or I might give you ample warning. Be ready. Of particular interest to me are things such as: schematics, trade secrets, proprietary software, account details, and of course the usuals like rare materials or valuables. You'll be compensated for your time commensurate to your findings. And never fear, I'll be scavenging alongside you. Should any of you run into trouble more than you can handle… Well, put the call out on comms, maybe I'll choose to assist."

A'Mia paused a moment, letting her instructions sink in. Before turning to move toward the industrial buildings

"How does that old expression go? While the loth-cat is away, the loth-rats will play."

The neti ruffled Lysander's hair in a passing familial gesture and called over her shoulder.

"I've got a lead on a General Manager who was reportedly holed up in his office not twenty minutes ago, seemed to be using the unrest for personal gain," she tsk tsk'd in mocking disapproval before setting out.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Objective 2: Corporate Espionage
Madrona A’Mia Naniti Varin Mortifer Anet Raine Kivah Adean Castor | Open
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For as long as he could remember, there were always certain tones the Neti used that made Lysander’s mind slow, as if everything she said demanded two layers of interpretation.. one for the actual lesson, and one for the humor she barely bothered to hide lately. The trip itself pulled him backward in time. It’d been a while since he stood in the same transport shuttle as A’Mia and Varin.

Gauge with your gut instincts? That was very poetic.. less poetic when those instincts were shaped by Korriban and ten different kinds of trauma. Or maybe it was more so what will you do when no one is telling you what to do? Right? Korriban had forced choices through violence; A’Mia forced them through opportunity.

Schematics, software, valuables… enough vague instructions to bury someone if they weren’t careful. Fething brilliant, Tree Lady. What’s next? A scavenger hunt with moral implications? The more he thought about it, the more a strange spark of excitement tugged at him. The calm before a sprint. Or like the opening curve in ice skating, as he’d learned on Ilum.. right before the momentum took hold and decided fate for you.

Finally, because she was A’Mia, and A’Mia wanted to remind him the galaxy didn’t care about his dignity.. her hand landed on his head. He froze immediately, shut his eyes for a long second, and exhaled slowly through the nose. He almost longed for the trials on Desevro again.. anything over a public hair ruffle.

The teen flicked a glance to her as she faded into the industrial maze. “I like how Professor A’Mia framed all of that as ‘bring me something shiny.’ Which is pretty valid, I suppose.” Two fingers rubbed at his temple. “I guess we’re not here to tear the place apart.. we’re here to understand it. Opportunities like this don't last long.”

Lysander’s longsword was absent today, but that did not mean he was unarmed. Black tunic and leggings, as always.. there was no mistaking him for anything other than a Sith. His eyes passed from Varin to Anet, briefly on the Togruta, then swept the rest of the acolytes who had remained nearby. “Places like this rely on predictability. People clock in, follow procedures, file reports, and trust that systems will catch mistakes. That’s the weakness..”

Well, he was ready to commit something mildly illegal. With that much decided, he turned and headed for the buildings, assuming that anyone inclined to join would.